Today
I am glad to be part of the city always, but especially...especially today.Comments [0]
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I'm in the midst of my own personal crisis. Though, you wouldn't know it. I left the job that had housed, fed and clothed me for the past year and have been on an absolute tear since then. I've driven several thousand miles back and forth from NOLA to Austin and all points in between. Yeah, I say I'm taking advantage of the time I have to see my family and some old friends, but it's more because I just can't sit still. I live in a house that is little more than a repository for dirty clothes and disco naps.
Writing, by all my experience, is a tedious or soul-wrecking process. Writing for myself is the soul-wrecker. Writing for a professor is tedious. So, this part is new. Writing for all of you is absolutely energizing and, in the very simplest of terms, pleasing. I never knew how amazing it would feel to deliver information as opposed to just absorbing it then regurgitating it later to impress some social circle. Or some boy.

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There's a theme on this blog: love. You all know me, you know I'm more about spreading the punchpocalypse than the love, but in this city, in this community, it's hard to avoid. It's overwhelming.
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I'm one in 2 million. Literally.
I drink Smithwick's and Jager shots.
I love and miss my Grandma and My Best Girl Bigsby.
I like geeks, writers and responsible people.
I like dangerously clever people with multisyllabic vocabularies and twisted logic.
I like to fall sleep in the Whedonverse and wake up on my own.
I like kickin' it old school. I like the Doctor on Friday nights and Zach Morris on Saturday mornings. I like tat'd greasers with bad attitudes and soft hands. I like epic books and shifts in the paradigm. I like Centro-Matic at midnight and a full moon view from my front porch.
I like my cocktail hour to start at noon. I like Lester Bangs and the rock writer ethos. I like bad movies and gossip sites. But, I loathe bad writing and insincere fandom.
I like Ernie Cline and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I like sidewalk orgasms and rock overload in spring.
I like Elvis Costello and My Name is John Michael. I love Kathleen Edwards. I like F U songs with bitter lyrics. A lot. I like words: well spoken, well written and well justified.
I like epidemiology. I like late nights in dark rooms in a self-conscious haze. I loathe the daylight. I like cozy bars and strong cocktails. I like making lists. I love Saints football, cold days and hot toddies.
I like people who don't question my motives.
I like beans and rice at Juan's and Torchy's tacos. I like socialist theory and the history of salt. I like being guided by Robert Pollard. I like dirty, rotten scoundrels. The movie and the rogue class.
I like playing unfair. I like holding grudges. I like to rage. I like to make out in random places. I like to wake up in my own bed. I like the occasional karmic kick in the head.
I like to find out how people who got married in high school are doing these days. I like people who f**k for validation. I like cribbage and farkle and games with interpretable rules.
I like when the universe tells me to jump already.
I like Chicago. The city, not the band. I like New York and Nashvegas. I love New Orleans.
I like expensive hotels and cheap drinks with men of dubious character.
I like random magic tricks, well-practiced bad jokes and short road trips with people who listen to good music. I like vampires, the Chupacabra and Roberto Clemente. I like Bigfoot and Godzilla and UFOs and Jandek.
I like to change my mind. I like when others don't.
I like a sincere laugh. I like irony not defined by Americans or Emo kids. I like screw-ups and screwing with people. I like being serenaded by boys who sing me Death Cab songs.
I like to try and hide the pain for the things I can't explain.
I like WILCO.
I like to geek out.
I like the slow descent into a life I never meant.
I do not like hugs. I am never bored.